Part 1: At the Beach
At 7 a.m. my eyes popped open. There was something I had to do. I turned in bed and snuggled up to the sleeping form beside me. She sighed deeply as I put my arm around her and pulled her close. The scent of sex and skin wafted up to me. I nearly fell asleep before I again realized there was something I had to do. I kissed her on her ear and reluctantly got out of bed. I went down the hall and took a pee, then went into the other bedroom and turned back the covers on the bed in there. Returning to my bedroom, I could see she was stirring and stretching a little under the covers. I pulled the damp, cum-covered sheet back and uncovered the blond-haired, petite form of my daughter. I gently lifted her nude form from the bed. Her arms went around my neck and hugged me as I carried her down the hall. I laid her in bed in the other bedroom and covered her up. I kissed her gently but passionately. She held the kiss, then turned over and went back to sleep.
Sunlight was streaming through the windows when I returned to my bedroom. The sheets were damp with blotches of dried semen and, to my surprise, a little blood. It ran through my groggy mind that I must have wanted her especially keenly last night. But then, I always wanted her keenly. I stripped the bed, gathered up the sheets and took them to the utility room to be washed. Lest my wife find them, I went ahead and started the washer. No evidence.
I made coffee and sat at the table reviewing the events of the previous six months. My wife Helen had had a cancer scare about six months prior. During and after that time, my daughter Sandy and I had become close, intimately close. Sandy had always been my "Daddy's Girl" but she became even more so. She had become very physically affectionate, wanting hugs and kisses when I left for work and when I came home. She seemed to crave my physical touch all the time. I figured this was how she dealt with the fear of losing her mother. So I went along with it. I rather enjoyed it, actually.
Let me take a minute to describe my daughter, myself, and my new wife. My daughter is small, perfectly formed, and a true blond—at least physically. She is no fool, though, and after awhile I realized that she had planned out the series of events that later transpired. She has blue eyes, firm but smallish breasts, and a beautiful ass. As I said, she's a true blond: her sex is lightly covered with fine light fuzz. She is 19, and she is beautiful.
I on the other hand, am a rather ordinary looking 46 year old with salt and pepper hair, hazel eyes, a (slight) paunch, and apparently not enough sense to see what was going on around me. My name is Bob, and I own a small contracting business.
My wife Helen is an ambitious small-town company executive who travels a lot and is thus away from home much of the time. She is a striking blond with sharp brown eyes, heavy breasts, rather voluptuous hips and a hearty sexual appetite. She would be arriving there at our beach house later that morning.
Lost in my reverie, I didn't hear Sandy get up and go to the bathroom. She came up behind me and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. She said, "Daddy, last night was wonderful. I'm halfway sorry that Mom is coming today. I could use some more of that loving." I turned to her and put my arms around her, burying my face between her breasts. She was nude. She always seemed to be nude, at least around me. "I'm going back to sleep for a while. I was up late last night." She laughed throatily and skipped off, her nice ass wiggling for my benefit.
It had been one of those January nights when it both rained and snowed. The wind was blowing and I could hear it whistling down my chimney. I had a fire going in the fireplace, the lights were out, and the living room was dimly lit by the dancing flames. My wife was in the hospital for a series of tests, and Sandy and I were alone in the house.
Sandy had been especially clingy all evening. We had talked to Helen on the phone, made sure she was settled, and then we ourselves had settled in for the night. Sandy had cooked steaks and potatoes, and had opened, with my permission, a bottle of my best cabernet. By the time dinner was finished, we were both feeling very mellow. I changed into my most comfortable loose-fitting flannel pajamas and Sandy put on a rather thin cotton nightgown. Then we got on the big, comfy couch and talked quietly and hugged and comforted each other.
Sandy had put light perfume on and the scent and warmth of her body was intoxicating. She kept inching closer and closer to me on the couch. Her hand was on my chest, caressing me gently. I was a little surprised, but it was pleasant, and I didn't stop her. Then Sandy raised her head and kissed me full on the lips. I felt her tongue dart into my mouth.
"Sandy," I said quietly, "I don't know if we should do this."
"I'm sorry, Dad," she said. "I knew it would surprise you, but I wanted to do it anyway."
"But why, darling?" I asked.
"Because I love you, Daddy. And I'm scared for Mom. And if we lose her, then you're going to need someone to take care of you." Sandy's eyes welled with tears. "And I just need it, Daddy."
She threw her arms around me and kissed me again, hard. I didn't push her away because, truthfully, I was excited and aroused by her kisses. My erection was already pushing against the material of my pajamas.
I felt as though I should resist a little more, if only to assuage my conscience. "But you know what other people, what society would say, if they found out we were having..." I let myself trail off.
"A physical relationship?" My daughter said. "Well, nobody has to know, and I really don't care anyway. Dad, I love you and I'm attracted to you. Aren't you attracted to me?"
"You have no idea, darling," I said truthfully. She was indeed, stunning. The firelight played on her features and outlined her figure beneath the thin material of her nightgown.
She crawled over me and laid her head in my lap. I knew she couldn't help but notice my rock-hard cock just millimeters away from her face and separated from her sweet lips by only a thin layer of flannel. She snuggled her head into my lap, sending delicious sensations through my body. "I think I have an idea of how you feel," she murmured. She snuggled again and inhaled deeply, then I felt her kiss me through the fabric.
I was in heaven, transfixed. I never wanted the moment to end. And yes, all my resistance was gone. This delectable creature in my lap, my precious daughter, was nuzzling my cock eagerly. All she would have to do was unsnap one or two snaps and then...
"Dad?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, baby."
"You're very hard."
"I know. Believe me I know."
She sighed and snuggled. "Does Mom, you know, suck it sometimes?"
